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I know I've been using FC2's services since 2008 or maybe even beforehand but I've changed blogs. I've decided to merge my ramblings, poems, and art into one single blog. This is what I've been wanting to do for a long time. I know not many people read this, so it shouldn't be much a problem.

Sometimes it's really strange what brings people together. A common interest, mutual friends, just a stranger deciding to say hello.

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be one of those people. I have a thought I probably won't ever be as I'm not very charismatic and talking with people I barely know can be a challenge. I'm always astounded at people that just come up and decide to chat. It's strange that I can remember almost all of the encounters in the last few years of strangers just deciding they wanted to chat.

It's not the fright of "they're going to murder me!" I'm more afraid of saying nothing, or messing up. I know they won't remember me but I'd like to come off as someone who can speak and act normally. (Maybe)

Overall, maybe it's not what brings people together. What pulls people apart can be even more strange I bet.

“That isn’t what I meant at at!!” But the phone clicked on the other end regardless. She rested her shoulders against the wall and gripped the phone tightly. Wanting to tug it off the wall, but had thought better. Resting it back in the cradle she inhaled and tried to control the exhale. It’s better to live and cry alone, isn’t it? When they ask “are you alright?” “is there anything I can do to help?” I want to laugh. Hold myself up clumsily to the wall and laugh at it. Your input means nothing to me; you just want to feel responsible when things start to look up. It’s not consoling or reassuring that you stood and held my shoulder for a complete total of six seconds. Maybe time was moving three times slower for you, but at this point the time spent wouldn’t have mattered. Hasn’t the damage already been done?Even if I pull my knees up to my nose, drink something warm, and breathe deeply, I will eventually be face down on the hardwood sobbing. When things get better, I’ll smile. But it’s always going to end with an uneven breath, tight wet eyes smile.

In a way, it's already here! I had my last class on Friday, but I still have an assignment due on Tuesday. I probably could have had it done for the original due date of Thursday, but because the teacher is ill there was an extension. So now I have lots of time to work on it, which is good, since I can probably sit down and finish it all in one day.... aha...

But wow. Finishing first year felt like an accomplishment, and I feel like the joy doubled this time! I have no idea why, do be honest ahah! Despite all the projects and the one terrible instance of "I'm not sleeping I have to do work", I enjoyed my second year much more.

Not only were the projects more typical of what a graphic designer would be doing in the work place, but I also started talking to a handful of new people and nothing makes things more enjoyable new faces to have fun with!

And of course, we closed the semester with what's shaping up to be a tradition:

Sushi! (Try and imagine about 3 more plates like this for 7 people, plus other food)

Overall, I think I learnt a bunch more this year, and I'm really glad I've gotten the chance to attend post-secondary education. I guess I tend to overlook things, and privileges like this are definitely something I forget about ahaha... (sorry mum & dad)

I think my goal for this summer is to tighten up my portfolio and maybe do a bit of (would you call it freelance) illustration on the side. Though really, who would buy my artwork aha...!

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Due to my hereditary lack of energy, I have been hibernating since childhood.

Hi, I'm mx! I go to college for Graphic Design because I am a smart kid! I love to draw animu and I like food and video games. I talk about stupid personal things that no one cares about!! I'm gay for space.